Hermione stepped inside the office, and Snape slammed the door shut behind them. For a moment, all he did was look at her, and she slowly backed away, keeping her wand in her hand, at the ready. A moment later, he sat and his desk and motioned for her to sit down as well.
She did so, hardly daring to breathe… Why her? This was some cruel and twisted joke. He smiled at her, nicely. It made her skin crawl.
"Hermione Granger…" He said it with some satisfaction, as if he was trying it for the first time, and liked it.
"Professor Snape." She put special emphasis on the Professor, just to remind him of his position.
"You are my best student, Hermione. You could go far in the potion's world, if you knew how. I could help you there." He looked at her over steepled fingers.
"Err… thanks for the words of encouragement, but I'm here to be punishe-"
"I don't want to punish you girl. You're intelligence could rule the world." She stood up and started to back away from the desk, towards the door.
"That's nice, can I go now?"
"No." He waved his wand, a clicking noise signalled that the door was locked. "We aren't done talking."
He moved towards her and she shut her eyes, repenting already for the sin she was about to commit. Pointing her wand at him, she shouted, "Stupefy!" Snape crumpled to the floor. "Aloha Mora." The door unlocked with a click.
Draco was on his third jar when he heard the door lock. What the hell was Snape doing in there? Answers came rushing into his twisted mind and he pushed them far out of sight, Mudblood and Snape was not a good thing to see…although it would explain her grades.
A few minutes later, Hermione ran out of the door, crying. He glanced into the office, to see Snape unconscious, a dreamy expression on his face. Then he raced after Hermione.
He caught up with her as she took to the stairs, he grabbed her arm and she stopped, staring at him terrified. "Not you too… At least you can't lock me in an office with you."
"What, the hell, just happened with Snape?" He spluttered, the girl could run fast for a Mudblood.
"Why, jealous?" She sounded accusing, tired and miserable.
"I don't know, do I have anything to be jealous about?" She stared at him, as he smirked at her. It hit her like a speeding bullet.
"Draco, do you want to kiss me?"
"Good God, no." He made a disgusted face and gagged. It took him a few seconds to recover.
"Thank god, someone's sane!" She pulled him into a relieved hug.
"Get off me, girl!" As she broke away, a sixth year Ravenclaw came round the corner.
"Hey, Hermione! Do you want to go out this Saturday night?"
"Um…"
"Do we know you?" Malfoy stepped up to him.
"Never seen you before in my life." He stepped around Malfoy and advanced on Hermione.
"Not again…" She backed into a wall, some guys had got very violent, no Ron to beat them up now. Her grip on her wand got tighter.
"How 'bout it, Hermione? We'll go to Hogsmeade, take a walk in the moonlight…" He reached out to touched her.
Malfoy grabbed him. "Granger, do you know this guy's name?"
"No…" Hermione's voice wavered in her fear. "He just..." Malfoy needed no more encouragement. He hit him, and as his unconscious body hit the floor, he said, "What is going on?"
"Everyone has fallen in love with me," she stated plainly.
"I can see that," he eyed a group of first year Hufflepuffs peering around the corner and scowling at him. "What happened?" He turned around to Hermione. "Love spell you put on Weasel backfire?"
"No, I didn't do anything, it just happened, now everyone's in love with me." Hermione stood up and started to walk up the stairs. Draco followed her.
"Granger, this doesn't just apply to boys, does it?" He watched a group of second year girls' walk past them, giggling and smiling at Hermione.
"I don't think so." Hermione wanted the wall to swallow her whole.
"Excellent!" Malfoy laughed.
"It's not funny!" She hit him.
"Beg to differ." Malfoy wiped a tear of laughter from his eye.
"No, it isn't, it's not funny at all, I've lost all my friends, Harry and Ron can't even stay in the same room with me without trying kill each other. I have to run about from class to class, and even the teachers aren't safe! You're the only one in the whole damn school not totally in love with me!"
"Well, what do you want me to do about it?" Malfoy looked at her seriously. "It's not my problem that you can't handle your own life."
"You have to help me!"
"Err… no I don't, I don't have to do anything."
"But why did you help me with that guy?"
Malfoy shrugged. "He pissed me off."
"Then why are you following me?"
"Are you kidding? This is the funniest thing I have ever seen."
"I'd do anything!" She grabbed his arm.
"Anything?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, you are impossible!" She stormed off.
Pulling her cloak back over her head, she ran all the way back to her common room. When she got there she saw three envelopes, pink and slightly scented. Sighing, she put them with the five she had received that morning, unopened.
The portrait swung open, and Ginny came in. As she shut the door, Hermione could just make out a group of boys trying to get in after her. Luckily, none of them had the password.
"What do you want?"
"That's nice, I only came to talk to you." Ginny sat down on the sofa opposite her, and looked into her eyes. "You have lovely eyes."
"Nicer than Harry's?"
"What?"
"A week ago, you said that Harry's eyes were the nicest eyes you had ever seen. Are you denying this now?"
"Your eyes are much prettier." She smiled coyly at Hermione.
"Ginny, please say you don't want to kiss me."
Ginny gasped and coloured, before looking to the floor and clasping her hands together. They sat in silence for a few minutes.
Ginny was seriously creeping Hermione out right now. "Look, it's a spell, you don't really feel this way."
"I've never been so sure of my feelings, Hermione." Her face went as red as Ron's.
"It's not real, remember what I told you in the common room?"
"Oh, I see, it's a spell, or maybe you just don't feel the same way."
"What?"
"Hermione, if you don't like me, just say it, because I won't waste my time with you if there is no hope."
"Ginny…"
"Don't Ginny me! It's because Ron's my brother, isn't it?"
"No…"
"Well, it's because I'm a girl then. I hate you Hermione Granger." She ran out crying.
"Geez, everyone has gone wacko."